Grey light trickled over the horizon as the sun, hidden behind its ashy veil, began another tired day. Tiny dewdrops shimmered on the leaves of the grey forest, and the whole scene was almost beautiful in a wild, barbaric, monochromatic way. Blankets dotted the clearing, as exhausted kids slumbered on, oblivious to the world and everything in it. Light tickled Tori's eyes, and she sat up slowly, the right side of her face completely numb. She had a headache big enough for an elephant, but she ignored it, wincing as she looked around the forest at the sleeping forms in the meadow. "Ahh, Tori!" someone said cheerfully. "You're awake! Good!" Tori spun her head towards the voice, wincing as she did so. "W-who're you?" she stammered out. "Who're you, where am I, and how do you know my name!?" The girl smiled softly. "Relax. My name is Sierra Vargas. You're safe. We're somewhere in the forest. Your brother and friend met up with our group while we were all running." "R-really?" To! ri asked, still a little suspicious. "How can I know you're telling the truth?" Sierra shrugged. "You can ask them if you want. They may be tired from running, but I'm sure they won't mind. Or you can just take my word for it." Tori looked from the slumbering form of Logan next to her, to the lump on the ground that she knew to be James. Logan had deep, dark circles under his closed eyes, and she knew James never responded well to being woken up in the middle of the night. "I'll just take your word for ...
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